Chapter 211: Set up a memorial tablet

An Zhixia stayed in her brother's arms for a long time before she calmed down. She glanced at Qi Lijuan who was curled up and said in a hoarse voice: "You can go to the police station to sue me, and you can also tell me about your pregnancy before marriage. I may not be able to go to jail, but you will definitely be shot."

Qi Lijuan was so scared that tears streamed down her face. She shook her head vigorously and kept muttering, "No, I won't go. I won't tell anyone!"

An Zhixia looked at the other people in the room again.

Mrs. Kang was very quick and had already packed her bedding, clothes and food into two sacks. Seeing An Zhixia looking at her coldly, she quickly assured her, "I didn't see anything!"

An Zhixia curled her lips and took a step forward, sneering: "It's okay to see it, but who would believe what you Kang family members say? After all, you have a criminal record, and how can a delicate woman like me lift up Qi Lijuan with a swollen belly?"

"Ah!" Mrs. Kang was already scared, and after hearing what An Zhixia said, she felt that her mother-in-law was right. This girl must be possessed by evil spirits, otherwise how could she suddenly have so much strength? And how could she know that Qi Lijuan was pregnant, which she had tried so hard to hide? Moreover, the whole house seemed to be emitting a chilling atmosphere from all directions. She grabbed her things, pulled Sanbao and Sibao, and rushed out.

Old Mrs. Kang also called her two little grandsons and trotted along, dragging two sacks, as if there was a ghost chasing her.

Qi Lijuan didn't even bother to take anything. She gritted her teeth, stood up against the wall, and staggered after him.

The remaining pair of twins huddled close to An's father, stealing glances at An Zhixia and trembling.

An Zhixia raised her eyebrows and stopped the air conditioning from flowing out from her feet. Hmm, it seemed that the supermarket had a new function to help her play tricks.

She walked up to the three-month-old baby, holding a mini vacuum cleaner in her hand, and reached into its head to suck up the tiny hairs that had rubbed off on the bag. She put the baby into a supermarket plastic bag and marked it with the name Guoping.

"What are you doing!" Father An, who had been indifferent until now, immediately stood up and shouted in a low voice when he saw her approaching the child, and walked forward to push her.

An Zhiqiu protected his sister and sneered, "Don't worry, Comrade An, Xia Xia just wants to see what your old son looks like so that she can stay away from him in the future."

"You don't have to be so sarcastic," An's father said angrily, "He's sick, and as his brothers and sisters, it's right for you to pay for him. When he grows up, he will still help you. When you were little, I loved you in the same way and never showed favoritism to anyone!

But you guys really disappoint me. You stole money from home, played tricks and refused to pay. You don't have the basic manners of respecting the elderly and loving the young! Is this what your mother taught you?"

"Shut up, you are not worthy of mentioning my mother!" An Zhiqiu growled, "An Zhiping, the person I hate most in my life is not the leeches of the Kang family, but you! Why do you have to be the father of my brother and me? We would rather our father die with our mother.

You have never been biased towards anyone, but you just watched indifferently as my brother and I struggled to make a living under our stepmother, while you were able to live comfortably as the eldest master. Every time, you used high-sounding excuses to force my brother and me to compromise for your comfort and Kang Xiaohua's selfishness!

Time and time again, haha, even if you told us in person that your brother was sick and needed money, we would give it to you without saying a word.

Instead of you selling my sister to the Kang family for three hundred dollars!

Just live your life with your three little sons and step-children and take care of yourself.

Xia Xia, Hongye, let’s go!”

An Zhixia took out a pair of old scissors from somewhere and rushed towards An's father. While everyone was stunned and gasped, she had already cut off a bunch of his hair near the scalp with a click.

"What are you going to do!" When the cold scissors touched his scalp, An's father's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He sat back in his chair with weak legs, "An Zhixia, I'm still your father!"

An Zhixia took out a handkerchief and carefully wrapped the tuft of hair. Seeing that her father had a bald spot on his forehead, she chuckled, shook the handkerchief in her hand and said, "It won't be like that in the future. I'll go home and set up a memorial tablet for you."

"You, you bastard!" Father An touched his head and gasped in anger. "I am so unlucky to have you two debt collectors. Go away and never come back! Anyway, I have written the will. You have no share in this house. It will be inherited by the four brothers!"

In this era, except for soldiers or some young people who had a buzz cut, men's hair was thick like a hat, with a 3:7 split. Baldness was the hairstyle of death row prisoners!

"Wrong," An Zhixia said calmly: "Our mother has a share of this house, and she occupies more than half of it. You have no right to dispose of it." Otherwise, Kang Xiaohua would not have designed his brother like that.

After saying that, she took her brother's arm with one hand and Fang Hongye's arm with the other, and said with a chuckle, "Brother, sister-in-law, shall we go home? This trip is too tiring, we should go to a restaurant to have a meal to replenish our energy, and then go shopping to relax!"

An Zhiqiu smiled and rubbed her hair vigorously. "Brother and your sister-in-law are treating us today. You don't have to save money for us. Have fun first!"

"Yes," Fang Hongye nodded and said with a smile, "Let me also take advantage of your kindness and have a good meal."

An Zhixia immediately started reading the menu.

Watching the three of them walk away arm in arm, talking and laughing, the intimacy and happiness that the Kang family could not fake. It seemed that in the same house, An Zhiping had also felt the warmth of home.

"Dad, I also want to eat braised pork and pickled pork elbow..." the twins said in a low voice, slurping their saliva.

An Zhiping came back to his senses, patted their heads, and said calmly: "Your mother will buy some meat later and we will stew it for lunch. You must fight for your father's honor. He will be waiting to enjoy your blessings in the future."

The twins only heard that there would be meat for lunch and nodded repeatedly. How could they understand the second half of the sentence?

The An family of three took a walk through the city center and rode their bikes home. When they passed the post office, they were stopped by a delivery man who was about to get off work.

"Comrade An Zhiqiu, Comrade An Zhixia, here are your letters and packages!"

As he spoke, the young man grunted out carrying two sacks, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled as he handed over the notebook for signature.

Fang Hongye leaned over to take a look, and said with a smile: "The package during the Chinese New Year arrived later than mine."

The one that An Zhiqiu got was naturally given by the Fang family, while the one that An Zhixia got was mailed by Fang Yuan.

Holding the thick envelope, An Zhixia couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

Seeing the shy and happy look on the girl's face, what else did An Zhiqiu not understand? He stood shoulder to shoulder with the girl sullenly and asked in a low voice, "Have you thought it through?"

An Zhixia bit her lip and nodded shyly, "I want to give it a try. No matter what the result is, at least I won't have any regrets."

There is one more update to be written during the day. I have something to do in the morning so I will update it at my own will.

(End of this chapter)